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"So why are we coming out to the ass-end of nowhere again?" Cinna looked back over her shoulder at Pluvian. The anthro avian hummed at her and kept examining something in his lap. Which made the feral mare snort and buck her hips, "I asked you a question. Why are you making me waltz all the way out here?"

Pluvian held tight to his tools as the draft mare jostled him. Not much, just enough to get his attention. She knew full well how dangerous some of the things he worked with were. Last thing she wanted was for him to spill or drop something on her. It had happened before to various degrees, and had lead to some rather... humiliating effects sometimes. Still, he couldn't have gotten here without her.

"We're trapping Melvar for the Trelans."

Cinna waited for more. Pluvian was too preoccupied with whatever he was working on. Some bit of jewelry or something. Some nefarious device or bit of magic. He wasn't much of an enchanter himself, but he was rather good at piecing things together. A bespelled jewel from one wizard. Cursed wire from a magical smith. Twist it just so and dip it into some bit of foul alchemy. Tada, devious device to ensnare a beast. That's what he was good at. Trapping someone or something, regardless of power or strength. Then delivering them alive, and half-broken, to the doorstep of whoever could afford him.

Which was fine. She enjoyed the odd tasks they were set to. Certainly enjoyed watching him work and seeing the targets squirm. The mare had her own sadistic streak and was always pleased to help out where she could.

Problem was getting the bird to talk.

The mare shook her dark mane and sighed. Gave him a few more steps before simply stopping in the middle of the path and staring ahead. It took Pluvian a moment before he looked up. "Is something the matter?" Cinna merely blinked. Turned her head to stare at some songbird that took flight from a nearby tree. "We really need to get going." He nudged her flank with a knee. "We cannot be late or the entire plan will be ruined." The mare sighed and arched her neck. All four hooves firmly planted on the path.

"Fine," Pluvian relented after a moment and put away his tools. His project was done, he'd just been giving it a last once over. "We have been given the esteemed task of capturing Melvar for the grand..." he waved a taloned hand, "something or other of Trela. I don't know why they want him, don't really care. They want him alive, ready to snap, and largely undamaged. Maybe they want to make him their latest stud in the stables. Could be they want to get a ransom for him." He reached forward to rub her neck. "Are we happy?"

Cinna snorted delicately and began to pick her way through the path again. "We are getting there. Continue."

He gave a mock-bow in the saddle, "Oh thank you, wondrous lady." Which made her snort and buck. Just the slightest hop of her hips. "Well the plan is rather easy. Melvar is due to visit a friend of his today. One Una Mohani. You should remember her." The mare nodded as she walked. They had visited Una many times, commissioned her for several tools. She wasn't particularly strong, magically speaking, but was skilled in ritualistic magics. The spotted dove wasn't physically intimidating either. She was shorter than even Pluvian, but had a curvy shape that Cinna supposed was nice. Her partner seemed to enjoy staring at the hen. "He visits her regularly to help re-focus his magics. Hone them to a razor edge. Her place is remote and secure."

She tossed her head, "And a day's ride from Trela. Well, a hard day's ride. With someone like Melvar... he's a hippogryph if I remember?" Pluvian hummed an affirmative. "Two, maybe three days depending on how he fights. How are we getting Una to help us? If Melvar comes out here regularly, he must feel safe."

"Blackmail, plain and simple." Pluvian leaned forward and draped himself against Cinna's neck. "A great deal of her business is having a secure place for others to come. It's hidden, well hidden. You can't get to her without knowing about her." His voice dropped and beak rubbed the mare's ear, "Imagine what would happen if word got out that she was helping The Pluvian with his devices. Plus I slipped a little rune onto her focus. She acts out and," he mimed an explosion.

"She'd be ruined either way. And where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh I didn't. I just know what a cursed rune looks like. Drew it on that big, fat opal of hers when she was..." he chuckled, "preoccupied. These casters get so worked up over messing any runes, I doubt she's worn that pendant in weeks."

"You are a bastard. How do you plan to capture Melvar? The usual?"

He pulled out a device shaped like a fat egg attached to a wide base, "Yep. A magical sink planted inside him. It goes into his belly through his mouth, or up his butt. Good news, it's a suppository. Plus, the more magic is soaks in, the more it'll tease him." Pulvian grinned and ran his fingers over the smooth surface. Everything produced magic to some degree. Even now, he could feel the toy just barely hum in his grip. It was heavier than it looked, but that was another side effect. By drawing the magic in, it would effectively seal itself to the bearer. Pulvian didn't put out enough magics to do much. Someone like Melvar? Oh it'd be like he was getting plugged by the world's largest knot. Only someone who knew the keyword to disable it would be able to pull it out. Toss in that the entire time the toy was in, it'd be buzzing away? Delicious. Sure, the toy could be turned down. Store up a bunch of magic and run off it for hours, days even. He liked to keep it at full power. Drain everything that Melvar had all up front then keep him teased for however long.

Cinna glanced back, "Get him nice and hard. Maybe rub some pussy juice all over his beak? Let him see a female that he could mount, but keep him just out of reach? Then when he tries..."

Pluvian smacked his hand against the saddle horn, "Thwap."

The mare chuckled and gave a little dance as she walked. "Oh good. The males make such cute noises when they're teased right to the edge and then kept from blowing. Punished even. Just thinking about it makes a girl," she breathed out a moan and shivered. Pluvian could readily imagine her winking with excitement as well. "So what's the plan overall? How do you plan on getting close to him?"

"That's all on Una. Mostly. I've got my own ways of hiding around him. All she has to do is get him distracted and then I get him."

"And if she tries to turn on you?" Cinna asked casually, fully knowing the answer already. Just a glance back revealed that Pluvian was smirking. She returned his smirk and looked back up the path. "Looks like we're almost here. Should I slow down?"

Pluvian did a last check of his pack, "No," he uttered slowly. "I think I'm ready for whatever is in store. Which means you have to find somewhere to hide yourself up, My love."

Cinna snorted, "I already picked out a spot last time we were up here. Which just leaves one more thing." The mare shook her head with a snort and a smirk. Her features about as smug as a mare's could be. She nodded towards the rather simple looking cabin up ahead. "You've just got to get off."

Oh heavens above and hells below, she felt like she was going to vomit. Una paced inside her sanctuary and tried to calm herself. The spotted dove's tail twitched behind her. Sleep had been a fleeting thing since that bastard bird told her he needed her for a job. "Do this for me and I won't let it slip that you've been helping me. Oh, and don't even think of using magic against me. Be a shame if your focus..." She glanced at the back of the opal and felt her lip quiver. Large, flawless, it was perfect. The fiery gem far more capable than she'd ever need. Yet rolling it in her hand, she saw the rune glaring up at her. Dark, vile magic that threatened to crack her precious stone.

Sleep had been a fleeting thing for her these last few weeks. Getting worse the closer it got to this day. She'd had to resort to magic to even get a proper sleep. One not riddled with nightmares about what she was being coerced into doing.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The dove jumped with a squeak, her feathers bristling in every direction.Calm down, Una. She chided herself. Smoothing down her arm feathers, but letting her tail stay bristled. She glanced at herself in a mirror quickly, taking in the rather simple blouse and breeches she wore. Simple, plain, but they worked. The fanciest thing she had was her necklace.

Taking a breath to steady herself, she put all her training to use as she ventured to the door. Smile, steady stride, and add that little sway to her hips. By the time she reached her great doors, she was somewhat in control. Take a breath and smile as she opened the door.

"Melvar! It's so good to see you." The words were cooed smoothly as she bowed quickly. "Come in, come in," she stepped back and waved the hippogryph in. Despite how many times she'd been around him, the male's sheer size was always intimidating. If she hadn't enchanted her doorway, he would have more than filed it. Even as it was, she could feel the interior of her cabin stretching around the male.

He perked his head and stretched, shaking out his feathers and wings. Ear tufts perked as he glanced around, "Never ceases to amaze." The great, feral male chuckled. "Though that is why I love this place. No one would guess that something grand hides within. Simple cottage by every sense, then you walk inside and..." he waved his hand, "Wow." He swung his great head around and grinned. It took a great deal of control for Una to not step away as he stared at her. "One day, you will have to tell me your secret."

By the gods! His head alone was almost the size of her torso! And those eyes. Those unnatural, glowing purple eyes seemed to bore straight to her core. He had to know that she was going to betray him. Something must be slipping. Oh heavens please...

She laughed it off and reached out to pet his forehead, "A lady has to keep some secrets. Doesn't she?"

He shied away as her fingers got too close to the gem on his forehead. A wry smirk on his beak, "Careful there, Sorceress. Your nerves are starting to show."

Una faked a pout, "You wound me, Sir. Though how could one not be intimidated by the great Lord Melvar." She turned and let her tail flick out, brushing over his beak. "This way, why don't we get started? It does take time." His beak snapped dangerously close to her tail, "Especially if you get distracted."

"Oh believe me, Sorceress, I can multitask."

Deeper in the cottage, Pluvian perked within his hiding spot. The avian could hear people talking. He drew a dark cloak about his body more and peered from the darkened spot. _She had better not fail me,_he stared towards the door. Una had been shaking when he'd arrived. Well, at first she'd been half-asleep, it had taken a few moments for her to wake up fully. She hadn't responded to him knocking on her door, it had taken him walking in and physically rousing her. So perhaps some of her nerves had been from that. Waking to find a tormentor looming tended to do that.

Shifting ever so slightly, he peered out from beyond a fold of his cloak. He watched as the spotted dove walked into the room first. Melvar followed, a mere pace or two behind. He drew in a breath and stared, willing himself to be invisible. It was nothing magical. Just that vague hope that no one would see him. No one notice. Don't see me. Don't look at me. Una wasn't even sure where he was. He'd made sure to move after she left the room. Though magic users were tricky. Never knew when they had some sort of spell watching.

His cloak should have protected him from magical prying. The dark cloak could bend magics like water bent light. Least that's what he'd been told it could do.

A slight shift. Una glanced towards where he'd been hiding. Her gaze lingered for a moment.

"Is something the matter, Sorceress?" Yes, was something the matter? Pluvian narrowed his eyes in a glare. Eyes boring into the back of her head.

She jumped, "Ah, no. Thought I'd seen a spider. Will have to renew the pest spell it seems. Maybe dust in that corner too." Her voice dropped a little, "Though I'll need a feather duster for that." A sigh and she played with some feathers.

A feather duster, indeed. Pluvian narrowed his eyes and hummed quietly.

Melvar chuckled, "Well, if you see any big bad spiders I will take care of them for you." He added a stomp and a half-dance. The feral hippogryph flashing a grin as he showed off. "Shall we get started then? Unless there's any more spiders lurking around?"

Una laughed, "No, we should be good." She took a breath and moved to stand before the male. Her hands wove a complicated pattern before her. Pluvian could feel the magicks gathering around the pair. Focusing on her gem. A light bloomed within the stone and grew. Bright white, then a fiery red, sun yellow, and more. Colors danced and swirled within the depths. They reached out and pulled tight, swirling and dancing, pulsing in time with Una's slow breathing. "Focus. Breathe with them. There is nothing else."

Melvar's feathers twitched. He took a breath. Then stared at the gem and let his breathing fall in time with it. Muscles slowly began to relax. Releasing tensions he hadn't been conscious of carrying.

Pluvian perked up from his hiding spot. He kept his focus on the male, not the gem. No telling if he'd be drawn into whatever spell as well. Best not to chance it, all told. Una's voice was almost too much for him. The way she half-sang everything. Her tone almost like that of a lullaby. Just a good thing that he wasn't the focus of her attention. Though it'd hardly be a good attack. Doubly so if it took time to take effect. Regardless, best not to let his guard down. Wouldn't do to miss his mark, or worse. Wake to find himself bound and waiting for whatever punishment the hippogryph levied at him.

This was always the worst part. Waiting for his mark to show up was boring. Lots of sitting around and being quiet. No matter what he did, he'd always get tired. Sitting around and waiting was horrible, but it was that dull type of bad. Nothing happening, nothing going on, just wait and watch.

Now this? Sitting and waiting for the chance to strike? This is when things got stressful. Move too soon and you lose it. Too late, and you're caught. He'd learned long ago you couldn't overthink or second guess this. There was a feel to it. A gut instinct that you just had to listen to. Just watch and he'd know when it came. Then strike hard and fast.

He could see the large male start to relax. A quiver of his haunches. Shift of his wings. The way his breath slowed and steadied. This was getting better by the moment. It shouldn't take too much longer.

There was a hint of movement. Pluvian's gaze darted along Melvar's body and he smirked. The hippogryph was getting so relaxed that he was starting to drop. Pluvian perked up as he watched the male shift. Just a slow squirm of those powerful, equine haunches. His sac twitched ever so slightly. Pulling towards his body then lowering. As his balls twitched and relaxed, Pluvian saw Melvar's sheath start to swell. It was that swelling that drew the bird's attention. His focus shifting to the shaft as it began to drop. Thick, equine, and deliciously vulnerable.

_Wonder how many people would kill to get their hands on that._He mused to himself for a moment. Ah the tales he'd heard about people drooling over such a cock. Pair that with the stories he'd heard about Melvar? Well, if the Trelans had a stud program going, then there were going to be some happy dams. _Especially with that beast. Heavens above, he's not even half hard._The avian grinned to himself. Oh he had some toys that were going to be so lovely on that. A gorgeous set of rings that Una herself had made. Those weren't the only things either. He had plenty of tools and toys waiting to be used.

Tearing his gaze away from the dropping length, his attention turned to the male's rear. A pucker that clenched and relaxed. Only just visible under the hippogryph's tail. As big as Melvar was, Pluvian had to get a plug large enough for that donut. Sourcing the material had taken some time. Not to mention sculpting it. Wouldn't do to have his tool simply fall out. Would be embarrassing if the hippogryph didn't notice it. Matter of professional pride there.

Easing out from under his cloak, he kept himself low. He wasn't afraid of Melvar spotting him. The beast's back was to him, and his eyes were closed. Relaxed as he was, Pluvian could probably just walk up. Better not to chance it though. Never hurt to be slower in this stage.

He drew out the plug and rolled it in his hands. The smooth, shiny surface slid noiselessly from the pouch. As he drew closer to the casters, it began to pulse in his hands. Just the ambient magics enough to start making it work. There was a part of him that wondered how it felt. To have something slid up inside him, enchanted to absorb and block magics. To refocus them and target them at a point where they'd cause the most distraction. He'd seen how hard a male could cum from a tool like this. If he allowed it, they'd be shuddering and gasping. Their seed spraying all over the floor or their own bodies.

If he allowed it.

He was right behind Melvar now. The male's tail twitched ever so slightly as he reached out. The barest tremor raced along the equine haunch as his talons curled under the tail. He was a fly for as much as he pestered the hippogryph. Why Melvar barely even noticed he was there as the tail lifted and tool lined up. Pluvian grinned to himself. Time to announce his presence.

"ARRRRGH!"

The cry was deep, primal, filled with surprise, shock, and pain. Melvar's eyes snapped open in shock. Oh Pulvian been expecting the yelp and a jerk. There was always something pleasant in watching a target's rear stretch around the toy. How the muscles would tremble and quake. Doing all they could to keep the slick, smooth object out. His tools were built for this purpose and this alone. He knew well to throw his weight into it. There was no need to savor the moment. Pluvian had to plunge the toy as deep as it'd go in that first push.

It was a quick and practiced motion. He was so confident in himself that he was already fishing out the leather-bound rings. They were warm and ready in his hand, eager to be clamped around the hippogryph's length. Already feeding off the energy that the plug was drawing up. They writhed in his grip like a living thing.

At least until he dropped them.

No sooner had he seated the plug than Melvar struck. The male reacted far faster than he'd been expecting. A burst of magic caught him in face a split second before a hoof caught his gut. It was a wild attack. Unfocused, and only at a fraction of the male's strength. Yet Pluvian found himself launched away. Gasping for breath as the beast turn and glared. It took just a second for their eyes to lock.

Melvar lifted a foreclaw and pointed. Magic gathered, swirled, and failed in a puff of sparks. The hippogryph frowned, tried to gather himself, but the magics wouldn't come. Worse, he gasped and hunched, gritting his beak with a frustrated noise. Pluvian wheezed and smirked, knowing what was happening. The more the mage tried to summon his magics, the more that toy would spin up. Why he could just see the male's length leap and crack against his own belly. Melvar screamed his rage and launched at Pluvian. Talons and hooves ready to tear the male into pieces then pulverize him into a paste.

Honestly, Pluvian was surprised that he could charge. It was an awkward, stumbling charge, but the male barreled at him nonetheless.

Pluvian found his feet and darted back at the hippogryph. Or rather, past the male. Melvar was dangerous without his magics as he was with them. He had a grand disadvantage with the plug, and his size. Something the avian used to his advantage. Diving under a savage swipe to grab the rings he'd dropped.

They hissed against stone and almost leapt into his grip. Rope and leather thongs writhing like a sadistic serpent. The magics could feel their target was close and were eager to leap. Pluvian grinned, keeping his tool low, out of sight. Melvar stumbled, rear swaying as the plug hummed that much stronger inside him. The larger male was panting now. His cock lifted and twitched. That equine tip flaring wider. Ah how that must feel right now. To be pleasured in such a way, and in the middle of a fight? Had to be beyond distracting. Especially as the male's hips bucked and a hearty shot of precum spilled to the ground. Much as he was throbbing already, the Melvar couldn't be that far off. If Pluvian want to really catch him and keep him preoccupied, he had to act fast.

Back up a step. Watch as the hippogryph turned and snarled. Melvar shook his head, tried to focus his gaze on the attacker. Another lunge, still unbalanced, still wild, but no less dangerous. Pluvian baited, waited, and dove at the very last instant.

Talons and hooves scrambled against the ground as Melvar tried to keep up. Pluvian tucked in, twisted, and lashed out. The tool in his hand lashed out and catch. A ring wrapped about the base of the hippogryph's cock and locked into place. He grinned to himself as the cock leapt up, veins throbbing as the ring tightened. Denying the male his finish. All Pluvian had to do was get the rest of the rings in place. Couple more on his shaft and then the ones around his sac. Then the male would be nicely trapped.

A hoof caught the side of his head. The avian grunted, gasped, and rolled away as lights flashed and danced behind his eyes. "Well, not so quick now." The words thundered against his already ringing head. Pluvian tried to get up, but a heavy forepaw slammed him to the ground. Melvar growled as he shifted closer. Bringing his massive head to bear on Pluvian. Beaks almost touching, "You are going to tell me everything. Who hired you, what they wanted to do with me, and..." he trailed off with a shiver and hiss. Twisting, the hippogryph called over his shoulder, "Una, get this thing out of me." He ground his beak and shivered. Heavy cock twitched as he moved, spilling precum onto Pluvian. "Going to drive me mad..."

Melvar was too focused on Pluvian. Pluvian's attention leapt from Melvar to Una and back. The bird grabbed at the hippogryph's forearm and held on. The great beast had him pinned. He was strong, heavy, and could readily crush the bird. If he could buy some time. Maybe get the larger male to move, shift his weight, then he could figure something out.

Una was moving carefully. Pluvian could see the fear in her eyes. He could almost her the thought ringing in her head. What's going to happen once Melvar is done with him? She was trying to weigh the benefits. Who to throw her weight behind. Pluvian locked eyes with her for just a second. She tore her gaze away and chewed on her lip. Fingers lifting and curled just so as she padded closer. Each step nearly silent.

A shiver raced through the great hippogryph. "Fucking," he panted. Chest heaving as the toy throbbed, pulsed, and the ring about his cock tightened. "Okay, Bird, you are going to tell me... Everything..."

Pluvian tried to keep his eyes off the dove as she moved behind Melvar. He could just see her from the corner of her eye. A faint glimmer of her magic drifted under Melvar and curled about the rings, cords, and the heavier vibrators that hung from the straps. Her magic lifted it slowly as she shifted. Trying to act like she was getting ready to get the plug.

"Heh..." Pluvian chuffed a laugh and narrowed his eyes. He held tight to the forearm. "Everything?"

Melvar's eyes narrowed, "What... are you..."

Una flicked her hand and the tool leapt into position. Pluvian could almost hear the rings snap into position around the cock. Leather straps pulled tight to the cock. Cylindrical vibrators pulsed, hummed, and started to draw power from the plug. Pluvian could almost hear them spin up to full speed.

Almost. The sound of Melvar's squeal drown out everything else. His body seized as the rings pulled tight around his cock and leather straps began to shift. They shifted along the length of his shaft, drawing those rings forward, then back. Almost stroking him off at the same time as the vibrators reached full power. Making his entire length tremble from the force they were putting out. The hippogryph's beak fell open in a soundless gasp as the toy vibrated, stroked, and massaged his length.

Melvar's weight rocked back just enough for Pluvian to squeeze out from under his forepaw. Not a moment too soon either. The rings about his base relaxed just enough to let the male finish. Melvar's entire body hunched forward as his tip flared. Talons scraped off the ground as his body hunched. Thick, rich cum erupting onto the ground. Rear clenching around the toy and cock cracking off his own belly.

And he just kept cumming. The tools kept milking and toying with him, magically coaxing his climax to continue. Two seconds. Three. Five. Ten. It just kept going, leaving his entire form trembling from the exertion of it all. "You..." he managed to wheeze out, eyes rolling towards Pluvian.

"Me," the mercenary chuckled. He drew out a harness and quickly fitted it onto Melvar's head. Making sure to cinch it nice and tight. "Now, be a good boy and come on." He pulled at the leads. The hippogryph growled, hissed, but then his eyes crossed. Pluvian tugged at the leads again, the toys and teasing tools following suit. Pulling on his length, buzzing harder against his prostate. Melvar had to take a stumbling step forward lest he be overwhelmed.

Step by agonizing step, Pluvian lead the staggering, stumbling hippogryph outside. Una following the male a pace behind. Still chewing on her lip as she watched the mercenary. What had she done.

Cinna came down from her hiding spot as Pluvian hauled Melvar out of the building. "Well, look at this," the mare hummed and smirked. "He is a lovely one, isn't he?" She leaned down and took a deep whiff of his cock. Even the puffs of air from her nose enough to make the once mighty Melvar shudder. "Oh how I'd love to feel _this_under my tail."

"Easy, you randy mare." Pluvian gave her rear a light swat. Cinna responded by half-kicking towards him before wheeling around. "Maybe if he behaves I'll let him have a taste of you. For now," he threw the leads up and began to fasten them to her saddle. "How about we just give him a sniff, hmm?" As Pluvian pulled tight, Cinna backed up. The mare every bit as devious as her partner. She slammed her pussy right back against him, grinding right against his face and nares. Not giving him even a fraction of an inch as the bird secured the leads. Cinna whuffled playfully and pushed back. Smearing her slit against his face as she purposefully winked.

Melvar tried to hiss and pull his head away. Talons flexed as he lifted a hand to claw at the mare or ropes or both.

Pluvian was already behind the hippogryph and grabbed his weighty sac in both hands. "I wouldn't do that. She gets so much as a hair out of place..." he rolled his hands and grinned. "Believe me when I say I know just how much force is needed to leave you undamaged, but in a lot of pain." Heavens, this was amazing. The sheer weight of Melvar's purse was astounding. What had it been like before he'd had his first climax?

A shiver. Then Melvar slowly lowered his forepaw and hissed. "There's a good beast. I'd hate to," he chuckled, "well, make you limp before I hobble you."

Then came more ropes. Thick, heavy ropes wrapped about the hippogryph's body. Pluvian climbed up and over the male. Using his own body to press those great wings down. Doing all he could to male Melvar feel like an animal as he wrapped the male up. Criss-crossing ropes back and forth in an ornate pattern. Just making the rope lattice that much fancier than needed.

All the while, Una watched and rubbed her arm. The sorceress' were folded back and her tail hung low. What have I done? was the singular thought that ran in her mind over and over. She watched Pluvian from under her lashes, not noticing that Cinna's eyes were on her.

"I," Pluvian spoke up, "am going to need some more rope. I get the feeling that I'm going to have to hobble this one properly." He dusted his hands off and strode up beside Cinna, "Keep an eye on him, Love." He gave the mare's neck a pat.

She turned and nuzzled into his neck with a snort. "I left the other packs back there."

"Ah," Pluvian glanced towards the brush she'd been hiding in. "OF course, just a moment."

Una spared a glance as Pluvian went to retrieve his bags. Her fingers curled, using her body to hide the motion as she stepped around. Melvar glared at her as she came into view. She mouthed a silent,"I'm sorry." as guilt chewed at her. Then a nod and straightening of her back. She was sorry, but she was going to make this right. It had been fear that made her side with Pluvian. Seeing Melvar, someone who had trusted her and whom she liked, bound like this? It rubbed her all the wrong ways.

Looking at the knots the mercenary used. They were beyond her. Complex, tight structures. Likely designed to just grow tighter unless you knew how to remove them. There was no way she'd be able to figure them out in the few seconds she had.

Then again, she didn't have to.

All she had to was simply tell the ropes to untie themselves. That was an easy enough spell. Any student could do it. While she wasn't powerful, she was certainly beyond a mere student. Fingers curled into the right shapes and words curved on her tongue. She reached out towards the ropes. Weaving gossamer fine threads out of view of bird and mare. Yet Melvar's eyes lit up with hope.

A hand closed about her mouth and pulled her head back sharply. Pluvian held her head tight to his chest and hissed, "Cinna warned me about you," Pluvian hissed as his hand dove past Una's loose shirt and into her breeches. In a split-second Pluvian had her lifted off the ground. His hand dove between her legs and fingers were rubbing over the silky smooth feathers of her mound. She didn't have time to gasp, much less time to scream. Something cool slid against her lips and she felt a tingle of too-familiar magics.

In a split-second, not even time for her to do more than think of kicking, a ring snapped around her clit.

She almost shrieked and screamed, but her focus stayed on the spell. Shaping the magic even as his fingers coaxed her clit out from hiding. The ring pulsed, trying to soak up her magic and turn it into pleasure. She could feel it rising in her core. That too-hot pulse and hum that sang across her nerves. It was a spell she knew well, one she'd designed and that Pluvian had commissioned from her countless times. She didn't have long. No more than a second or two. Her spell was almost done though. If she could free Melvar, then she could...

Pluvian's hand darted up under her blouse and found her breast. Talons groped her roughly and found her teat. A stroke, twist, and pinch almost made her lose focus. Then another biting sting as a second ring found its new home. Digging into her nipple before starting to hum as well.

"You fucker!" she yowled, fingers curling and twisting. Grabbing at the magic before it could escape. The rings were already synchronizing. The pulsing, raw pleasure surged through her form. Made her legs shake and heart hammer in her chest. It was all she could do to focus. The mere feeling of Pluvian's warmth against her back twisted into something her body hungered for. She ground her teeth and reached out.

"I know," he hissed and clamped another nipple ring into place.

Una screamed and her body seized. feathers bristled as untold pleasure shot through her. Al three rings hummed and pulsed in time with her. Each one feeding to the other, making her clit swell and grow sensitive. Nipples hardened as some unseen force teased them. Her unwanted excitement soaked her groin as her legs turned to jelly. Only Pluvian's grip held her up. The smaller dove hardly able to breathe as he dragged her back towards his mount.

Pluvian heaved and tossed her up. The dove barely able to do anything but go limp. She clung to Cinna's neck for some stability. Each breath a labor as the trio of rings continued their task. Pushing her pleasure higher by the moment. She trembled, shook, and gasped as a second climax crashed down on the heels of the first.

"You know," Pluvian chuckled, "I told you it would be worth it to enhance those." He vaulted up behind Una, "Not to mention the look on that eagle's face when he found out what the enchantment did? Oh he was more than happy to bolster the spell. See how far it could be pushed." Talons kneaded Una's backside. He'd thrown the dove up so she half-hung off the saddle. Her rear all but presented to him. Pluvian ripped her breeches open, exposing her plump ass and juicy pussy. "Just to keep you from making trouble..."

Una would have screamed as he pushed a plug in, but it was all she could do to just breathe. Her world swayed and lurched as the rings made her cum and cum again. Pushing the dove past what little stamina she had. "There we go," he gave her ass a swat, "no more trouble from your spells."

He chuckled. Then started to casually rip her clothes, using them to bind her hands behind her. Legs getting strapped down to Cinna's saddle. "Don't want you falling off either, do we?"

This, of course, put her groin right against his. Those swollen, dripping lips grinding right into his groin. "Well, do you think we could get a bonus, Cinna my love?"

"Oh," the mare droned and began to walk. A slow, steady pace as the riders shifted, "I'm sure we'll be able to find something." She tossed her mane and glanced back. "Magic user, exotic species? I'm sure someone will want her."

"Someone certainly will..."

"Do you have to keep shifting so much?" Cinna snorted over her shoulder. The large mare cast a look back and flicked her tail, "Honestly, I almost preferred you busy with your toys. Well," she mused, "your other toys."

"Aw, you're just jealous." Pluvian huffed. One hand gripped Una's tail as the other held onto the back of her head. The mercenary casually rocked his hips, jabbing his tapered cock deep into the dove. They'd been at this for hours now. Having her grinding on his lap, even if unintentional, had gotten him pretty riled up. So he'd pulled it out and fucked her. Oh she'd squirmed and protested, but between the bonds and the rings on her? She'd been more than wet enough for him, and had came several times.

That had been soon after their departure. Now it was hours later and countless miles down the road. The sun had long set, Cinna was picking her way along the trail courtesy of a lantern hung from the saddle.

Cinna snorted and threw her mane, whacking Una in the face with it. "I am most certainly not jealous." The mare threw her head again. Then glanced back over her shoulder as Pluvian leaned forward with a familiar groan.

"Well, maybe..." he groaned and hunched forward. Nearly standing in the saddle as he threw his weight forward. He kept a tight hold on Una's tail as his other arm curled down and pressed against the small of her back. The bird hammered her with a few more thrusts before driving deep. Una wailed into the gag, body arching against the mare and saddle as she felt the bird spill his seed into her again. He huffed and rocked his hips with a smirk. Drawing back enough to look at the fresh mess that began to ooze from her slit. "Maybe if you're a good mare, and we get him properly broken in, you can have a living dildo."

Cinna turned and looked back over her shoulder, only just catching sight of Melvar behind her. Honestly, she was surprised that he was still walking. Only just, but he was walking.

Melvar wasn't sure where he was anymore. After that first orgasm, he'd been denied any others. The infernal device on his cock would start to stroke him, vibrate harder, pulse in time with that devilish plug crammed up his ass. Then, right as he was about to finish, it would cease. Just everything stop and leave him wanting and needing more.

Then they would find something to walk through. Some brush or undergrowth or who knew what. Thorns and leaves would scratch his flanks, branches whip against his handing parts, and everything else. His cock was left throbbing with need and pain. Pulsing in time with his aching head. The hippogryph groaned and shook his head to clear it. At least he tried to. The reins were too tight. If he shook his head, then all he did was nuzzle into the infernal mare. Her scent filled his nares. Consumed his world. Then, to make matters worse, that accursed mercenary would lean back and rub something on his beak as well. Cum that smelled of dove and bird. The most unholy trifecta. He wanted to fall behind, to gather himself. Each time he did, the mare's steady pace would haul him forward. The pull made the plug and cock restraints tease him all the more. His mind swirled and screamed at him.

Just keep walking. That's all he could do.

"Pluvian," Cinna grumbled, "He's starting to lag again. Can you do something?"

"Una. Oh Una my dear," Pluvian churred. He hooked a finger onto the base of her plug. "If I pull this out, will you behave? Or do I have to..." he chuckled, "convince you again?"

The dove' ears folded back and she refused to look over her shoulder. Tears stained her cheeks and she was shaking. While Melvar had been denied his climaxes, she'd been suffering one after the next. Pushed to near exhaustion and sheer over-stimulation. Each time Pluvian would start to fuck her, he'd make sure she came several times to his own. Driving her into panting, shuddering climaxes.

Then he'd pose that question to her. Would she behave? If she even tried to revolt or protest, he'd start in on her again. It was all she could do to simply stay as she was.

Ears folded back and she nodded. He hooked his fingers behind the plug. She whimpered, back arching as her entire form shuddered. Her bushy tail arched up and bristled as the male pulled and pulled. Her rear stretching impossibly wide about the thick toy. Nails flexed against her bonds. A muffled yowl getting buried into the tight gag.

Her body lifted as Pluvian pulled at the plug. Then yelped as it popped free. Her entire body shook and fell against the mare's body. Sobbing into the gag as her magic began to roll through her veins again. Fingers flexed and curled, sparks just starting to gather there. Yet she could feel it. The presence behind her. Pluvian pressed so close to her. Sitting there. Waiting. Plug poised to bury itself back into her ass at the slightest sign of betrayal.

Forgive me.

Una squeezed her eyes tight and shuddered. Magic curled and shifted, drifting from her fingertips in a swirl of light and sparkles. They drifted back, tracing along Melvar's flanks and body. She glanced back, saw Pluvian's grinning beak. Then squeezed her eyes shut, shivered, and clenched her fist.

The hippogryph hopped, skipped sideways, and squealed. Hooves and talons skidding against the ground as Cinna continued her steady walk forward.

"That's a good girl," Pluvian crooned. "Say..." he rolled the plug against her rear. "What do you say we celebrate?" He grinned, clapped his beak, and slammed the toy back into her. Drawing another yowl from the hen as he lurched forward with a grunt.

Cinna sighed as her saddle began to rock again, "I swear..."